Page 93 of David's Proposal

Soon after, the door opens, and my heart skips beats.

Luckily, a woman’s hand grips the door, and I push out of my chair, sighing with relief.

The nanny enters the room and takes my place, smiling.

She asks me if everything is fine, and I ensure her Thea’s babies have slept all this time before saying my goodbye and pulling away.

The house is quiet, and there’s no sign of David as I walk back. Some guests are in the house, but there’s no sign of him.

Eventually, I exit the house and check the backyard and the tent.

I find my mother at the table, but David’s seat is empty.

Pam is gone too.

“You’re back,” my mother says. “How was it?”

“Good,” I say dryly, taking a seat at the table.

She pushes my purse to me.

“David Moore called,” she says casually, and I turn to stone.

My heart beats rapidly. Fortunately, there’s no one nearby to hear our conversation.

“What?”

“David Moore.”

There’s no suspicion in my mother’s voice, and no questions flicker in her eyes.

“Why would David Moore call me?” I act surprised.

“You didn’t tell me he had your number.”

“He must’ve put all our contact information in his address book. Someone must’ve given him my number,” I drone on. “And maybe he tapped my name by mistake. I don’t remember giving him my number,” I say, although my mother has already lost her interest in the matter. “I’m sure he wanted to talk tosomeone else,” I murmur. "Have you seen him, by the way?” I ask as she’s eyeing another slice of cake.

“Uh… Actually, I have.”

She moves her eyes to David’s table.

“He was here moments ago. He and his date just left.”

My chest tightens.

“So when did he call me?” I ask, swiping my phone with my thumb and checking the time of his call.

“After you went upstairs.”

Shit.

I fold in my chair like a wet towel.

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LIZ

This can’t be good.

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